Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 11
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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It was a rampage, short and simple. Despite her worry, Mother Miranda was smart enough to know that Donna would not just randomnly run into danger. Angie had to have found Alcina and if she had to resort to helping by drawing all the attention to herself, then so be it.
A spray of acid passed her, missing her with the skill of someone who used it often. She disregarded the man who collapsed under it, turning her attention to one of those fleeing.
He died just as quickly as all the others, gurgling as her claws tore his throat open.
"Mother! Mother!" The high-pitched voice stood out from everything and she wheeled around at once. Angie was clambering out of a vent behind her, plopping down onto the ground. "Hurry! Hurry!"
She nearly ran off at once, only to remember that she was not alone. Eyes snapping to Moreau, she realized they'd have to move slowly for him to keep up.
"Go." He had realized the same thing, smiling gently at his frantic mother. "I'll keep them busy here."
"Don't get hurt." The priestess didn't even bother with a thanks, scooping up the doll and rushing down the corridors she was pointed towards.
It felt like forever until she came to a hallway where she could spot Heisenberg up ahead... behind a pile of corpses. "Starting to think they have orders to kill her." He greeted her, gesturing to a door behind him. "In there."
"Thank you." She gently lowered Angie to the ground and ducked around him. The moment she entered the door, she was very glad she had put Angie down, because she would have most assuredly dropped the doll at the sight.
Donna was kneeling on the floor, using her knees as a pillow for a large, bloodied shape which took her a few moments to recognize as Alcina.
"No..." Staggering, she fell to her knees beside the unconscious woman, the showercurtain she had been covered with doing little to nothing to hide her state. "Oh no..." Agony arced through her entire body, the situation feeling far too familiar for comfort. "Alcina..." She almost didn't dare touch her daughter, afraid to hurt her even more than she already had been. "What have they done to you, Draga mea?"
"Can you help her?" The Dollmaker softly asked, her fingers caressing her sister's hair.
"I..." Her heart clenched at the despair in the other woman's voice. "I can't tell yet. Certainly not here. We need to get her back home." Oh God... Let her be able to save this child at least! "Karl?"
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She barely managed to concentrate on the road, part of her being focused on when she felt close enough to the Mutamycete to draw upon its powers and yet another part listened through the opening to the group in the back of the camper.
At least the triplets had stopped whimpering. It had broken her heart when they had seen their mother, all three just screaming for her and collapsing beside the shattered remains of their parent.
"Car." Karl was sitting beside her, gesturing forward to where she had nearly swung the camper into oncoming traffic. Between the explosions when they had destroyed the place and encroaching morning, there were actually people on the road now. They had already encountered a few police-cars, though thankfully they figured the camper uninteresting.
"Yes." She swung back onto the correct side of the road again, only to nearly crash into the ditch when finally feeling her power grow. It had taken almost four hours, but they were finally near home. Parking the car on the first spot she found, she barely waited until it had stopped before jumping out to head to the back.
Pulling open the door, she climbed in, nearly groaning in pain at the pitifull sight. The other five had used the cushions and matrasses of the car to make something of a bed for the elder Dimitrescu, covering her with a couple of the blankets. But still, it could not hide how broken her eldest looked, nor could the blankets hide the growing red stains.
"Scoot a bit." Cassandra burst into a swarm, obediently moving to her mother's other side from where she had been clutching one hand. "Oh... Alcina..." Biting her own lip, she forced herself to focus. Delving deep into herself, there were her mind was eternally connected to the mold that had allowed her to create these children, she tore chunks off it, feeding them to the unconscious woman.
What irony... a mere week ago she had still had plans to - at one point - feed all four Lords to the Mutamycete to fuel Eva's rebirth and here she was, gouging out chunks of its' essence to save one of them, potentially setting her firstborn's rebirth for years. But what use would Eva be if it just left her aching for a different child?
She barely felt the eldest of the Lords, her energies sapped until practically nothing was left. "Please... please..."
Mother Miranda was certain she would not survive herself if this did not work.
It felt like trying to restart a campfire from wet embers, while still in the torrential rain. Something was draining the energy away into nothing even as she poured more in. In some back-corner of her mind, she remembered the story of the Danaids, the greek maidens who killed their husbands and were punished by trying to fill an ever-emptying basin to wash away their sins. Was she trying to save a unsavable daughter to wash away hers!?
Her concentration broke at the outcry of one of Alcina's daughters. Beside her head, the swollen stomach was pulsing underneath the blanket, growing just a bit bigger even as she watched in horror at a new flood of red marring the fabric covering it. What... had they done to her child!?